A Century's Past: Living Through The Eyes Of Mine

Hoping for light in the darkness....

Writing By Candle light.

The moon blankets me with her shadow.

Loving the comfort of night, in this darkness I feel safe.

With the spark of light that is in my life I love her for that.

Things being said.

Corrupt your surrounding environment.

The revolving door stops but your mind isn't clear.

Precise decisions, critical thinking, are crucial to the cause.

The "cause" is life.

Extinction is every moment.

As the sands of time have their way.

I'm here dreaming of you.

As time slips from my hands.

I find myself entangled in the web of depression unable to cut free.

I close my eyes and realize that I'm still here.

Little did I know I would hurt you.

All in all I'm sinking in this sand.

I don't have the patience.

All these stupid thoughts, that make my world turn.

Why can't you understand that I'm in LOVE with you?

Enshrouded in the fog.

My emotions are running thick.

Keeping me from reaching my happiness.

I can't fathom a remedy to cure my ailment.

My ray of hope is dying out.

What shall I do when no one cares.

Am I the only one listening to others emotions not living with my own.

Unable to quit the destruction.

I realize that I am tearing it all down.

The progress is crumbling now.....

Enslaved in the rubble of my thoughts,

I need help.

Can you help.....even....yourself.....

Let alone another person.

Can it be helped when one has there way for so long that their so use to being that of what they are.

Which is empty inside.

My river of anguish.

Seems I can't escape it.

My anger finds me everywhere I go.

I just want to cover up and hide from this life.

Unable to create.

Destroying all the happiness that has ever shone on me.

Engulfed in evil, that I can't be good.

Sinister ideas of destruction.

I no longer live inside myself.

But somewhere else, Can't be reached by much.

Only to fall victim to my own self.

As the first morning dew sets, the early sunlight is lit between the leaves.

Toying with my thoughts.

You believing what you will.

My wit against the world.

Handling pressure, believing not what you think.

I Turn life's moments against you.

Unable to realize your own confusion.

I turn your mind to mush.

Sifting through your thoughts.

I'm creating a tale for you to follow.

Fathoming your mistake you turn against everyone.

My marionette, puppeteering your emotions.

 I create a black hole, an abyss of hatred.

Tearing you up from the inside out.

Your mind manipulates what's actually happening.

Unable to stop the process of time.

Gravity creates a substance just for you.

Called "LIFE".

Reviews

[Michael X]

.. the presentation and form is really hard to interpret. Overwording hindered the clarity this piece could reflect, if you put more emphasize on quality and originality, you could slpit the waters with this poem,
the insight, passion and emotion are nicely spoken with focus and intent, this has real potential

[unspokenguilt]

very interesting...great flow, sad but really bold...sounds like someone's going through the mess of confusion called life...searching for an escape but perhaps the only escape is to live it, as you will.
Great write, I loved it!

-elyssa-

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Writing by candlelight .. this is a good beginning and drew me into the poem ..It really reads well .. has
just the right amount of darkness.. love dark poetry especially with a message..

Chloe
xoxo

[*RIC]

Your wording is spectacular
as it flows quite wondrously
great expressions of self
for the one that bind you into this beautiful chaos,
flowing from the candle light
It's absolutely amazing!

[Lady Lazarus.]

absolutely incredible.
your way with words and emotion is frankly amazing.
I love it.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

This poem is very beautiful, well written. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[RHEA CROSLEY]

Many very well written concepts. Your a very good writer my friend. The only thing is I could not understand the end. It seemed I lost the connection. Thanks